Experiment Gone Wrong

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - The Reason

Submitted: March 02, 2018

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My childhood dream came true and didn't come true. All that I had ever wanted was to invent something destructive and powerful. Ever since my younger days, I had had a flair for admiring things that were rather powerful, and I mean in an outgoing way. Bombs, lasers, lightning, things that would rally make your day rather horrible. But I never really meant for them to be used. Nuclear energy? We put it in bombs and got miles-high mushroom clouds of destruction. Fire? Sulfer? We got gunpowder and dynamite, and also so many more productive and good uses out of those things, but we also used them for explosives of war, and, like the name inplies, guns.

Most of human history is us trying to make more and more power and more and more efficient ways to get it and keep it from getting away. We still do it and have done a lot of dying along the way. But I was determined to make something new and make it my life's gift to the world. I wanted to make an amazing  power of mass destruction. What did I amke? Well, my readers, I made something that I was inspired to do after looking at one of the first weapons.

I looked at he world's history far, far, back, and I thought about the first discovery of power that humans ever made; fire. Fire; the thing from which we developed steam trains, car engines, steam pumps, blast furnaces, mechanical monsters, and so much more. THe internal combustion engine is still a wonder of popular machinery today. And so, my invention was new fire.

New fire already exists, eh? Well, sure we coloured fire and did a few things like that along the way, but we never fully changed the formula of hydrocarbon + oxygen = steam + heat + light + carbon dioxide. it was always a variation of the hyrocarbon or the light or the heat. We never developed a completley new 'formula' of creating the light and heat.

Sure, you could say that nuclear bombs and other types of new-fangled power are this 'new fire', but none of them are like mine. I perfectly copied fire, and here's the story:

It was the twenty-third of March, 2067. I was thirty years old at that point in time. I had been itching to get started on working in my new labrotory that I had bought and could finally leave that boring rental that I had got a deal with so many years ago. My formulas for making bombs were all unoriginal and some were just failures. Some weren't winners in my eyes, even though some of them had broken through my containment chambers. My studies had made headline in the news for quite a long while, but that wouldn't be my undoing into some sort of break. I'd keep working on this till it killed me.

It was a few days later that I had moved all of my things into place at that lab and had started my work again. At first I had just spent some days messing around and playing with things that I had around the lab. I had also gotten a small one-storie house at the back which connected directly to the lab through a tunnel ,as my lab was underground. In fact, let me describe the lab. The lab was underground and consisted of some vast corridors and some testing chambers here and there. There was a couple containment unit rooms and I had also got an expansion done for a shockwave-proofing room, and a fire-supplies room. There was a main hang-out room as well, for when I was done showing guests around and let them sit and do something.

There was then my house on top. After you reached the hang-out room, the tunnel would be made of an alloy of titanium and scandium, after which you got to a ladder, then some stairs, a security-check system equipped with the latest BAS-13 cyber-security as well. After that, you came to a secret hatch about a mile behind my house, from where you'd walk to the house. The house had a small porch with two chairs and a rocking chair, and then a small secret camera in it. After the door, inside was a small greeting area where I also kept a bunch of shoes. Then a small L-shaped hallway branched off to a living room, dining room plus kitchen, and the bedrooom plus bathroom. That was where all that Iowned sat out in the outback of Australia. I got to tap into a water pipe system that ran all the way across Australia from the nearest town till here, since I lived so far away from anything.

I also was a sort of farmer, and grew my plants in a slightly cooler area of the nearby area. I was also a vegetarian due to this and had even took it upon myself to practice the whole 'being vegetarian' routine. I wasn't that lonely as a lot of people occaisionally ended up in the area and sometimes I invited people by. Other times I tried to keep going with inventing, but that went a little bit more slow-paced than I remembered. I wasn't lonely, but living long periods of time alonne did make me feel a bit more curled up and seperated than I would have liked.

And then perhaps myself. That's probably a detail that you would like to know. Well, I was a famous and innovative power scientist who dealt in matters of more effficient power and ways to use it, along with new types of it. My name, as all the world knows, is Maxwell Darmstand. I am of mostly Europian origin and now live in Australia, because it seemed nice enough for me. I have 'pioneered' in several fields, but i fell that that term is over-used, so I'll say - hmmm... Made those fields more amazing than ever! Other than that, I'm left-handed, which in my family was considered to mean I will have a great importance in the world. I guess that came true; thank you left hand.

But I know what you really came here for: what was my inspiration?


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